This life is praise worthy,
I have found peace in the details, the in between moments of silence, and yes the monotony
I have gathered secrets that may as well be billboards regardless of the fact that I or anyone else actually sees anything but another ad for another agenda and so we block it out as if it were not a giant obvious sign

The answer was there, hidden
Blatant truth disguised by my decision to perceive it as another avenue to satisfy another cause that I just refused to see
And yet in this point of facade,
I am the cliché

I am yet another barefoot child trying to represent some thing genuine and genuinely missing the only thing that is real,
Its not grand or elaborate or unique save my hearts rare delight in something that once was so overstated, and now thanks to revelation whose origin is a mystery I now find the cause a substantial use of my time

"The answer was there, hidden
Blatant truth disguised by my decision to perceive it as another avenue to satisfy another cause that I just refused to see
And yet in this point of facade,
I am the cliché"

or perhaps the grand scheme of things
is the false manifesto, the realization
that there are no grand schemes
no petty dreams to keep
pretty heads awake at night
no dreams without the realization
dreams have teeth
that nip at heels like tiny dogs
with the bravado of lions
as they taunt gazelle
we are often not angelic, true
but we are also too self-aware
to march like lemmings into the mouth of hell...